Frantic banging entered Faira’s disoriented nightmare.

“Ten more minutes,” she muttered, rolling over and placing a hand on what she thought would be her bed. A violent shiver ran down her body, and she reached to grab a blanket, only to find one absent.

With brows furrowed in confusion, she slowly opened her eyes as her body sluggishly crept toward consciousness. In place of the cushiony mattress back in her home, the rough surface of freezing concrete scratched against her skin, the material’s chill soaking through her black turtleneck.

The seventeen-year-old girl gasped and got to her hands and knees, her body aching, as she tried to clear the cobwebs of sleep from her mind. Suddenly, images of the last memory she had flooded her mind in an instant. The Starbucks logo as she left, the feeling of being watched carrying over from the rest of the week. A bony man pulling her into an alley. Another, larger man blocking her escape, a glowing net of sorts in hand. Then, nothing.

Panicked, Faira jumped to her feet as the odd [i]thump[/i] of something or someone still pounding on glass continued. She sneezed and sniffled as the freezing air around her loosened her sinuses. Hugging herself as she pressed her back against the wall, she scanned for any sign of the two who had kidnapped her, as well as the source of the pounding.

A couple handfuls of others laid on the ground around her, apparently unconscious, their forms lit by a flickering bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. Faira gasped as her eyes locked on a glass encasement housing a woman. 

Faira hesitated a moment, glancing around the room once more before slowly making her way to the glass cage, careful to avoid stepping on any of the others still sleeping.

“Can you hear me?” she called, vapor rising from her mouth with each breath as she looked the cage over in search of a latch or some other way of releasing the woman. “Do you know where we are?”
	She blew into her hands in an attempt at keeping them fairly warm, then ran them over the smooth glass, trying to find a catch of some sort.